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Kutthroat Sosa - Yellow Brick Road [Remix] Lyrics



Kutthroat Sosa - Yellow Brick Road [Remix] Lyrics




[ Featuring Cocahontas [Remix] ]

Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
Got my heart broke a couple times
Ain't get a chance to heal
Having suicidal thoughts
Drinking lean
Popping pills
This the yellow brick road
Starting to feel like I'm Yak
When them drugs taking over
I just fie up a black
Hmm
Hmm
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
I'm in a foreign
Backing in
Never catch me hanging out with bitches
F*ck a friend
They be worried bout some dick
I'm worried bout them dividend's
And I'm self made
I get it on my own
F*ck a man
Uh
F*ck a man
And I stay on some different shit
I be ducked off
But when I pop out
They know it's lit
I gotta lil son now
And he gone be the realist
In this bitch
This a hellcat
They mistake this for a scat
I'm burning shit
SKKKRRRTTT
Bitch I'm a real deal grinder
Never a part timer
Feeling like them Hotboys
I'm a real deal shiner
I was down on my dick
Now I'm up
Perfect timing
How I'm put up I could chill
Yeah bitch I'm reclining
I feel like Dorthy
I'm walking down the yellow brick road
I ain't the type of bitch you could play with
Ima let that shit go
Since a jit I been infatuated with them bankrolls
Ima get the job done nigga
Case closed
And them licks keep coming in
Baby I got what you need
I got that shit that bring the dead to life
I'm tryna revive the streets
I took a risk to make a change
They ain't f*cking with me
I prevailed from all this pain
I'm hard-bodied concrete
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English

Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
Got my heart broke a couple times
Ain't get a chance to heal
Having suicidal thoughts
Drinking lean
Popping pills
This the yellow brick road
Starting to feel like I'm Yak
When them drugs taking over
I just fie up a black
Hmm
Hmm
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
Da black
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
I swear these niggas be so fake
I'm tired of showing love
Cause all these niggas show is hate
I be getting to that money
Sosa staying out the way
I be chasing after racks
Ain't got no time to call you bae
Why you think I run the streets for
I gotta get it in
I'm tired of taking all these losses
Nigga had to take a win
If my brother said he need it
Then we going for the kill
A hunnid thousand ain't enough
Bitch we tryna touch a mill
These record labels ain't enough
I ain't tryna cut a deal
I'm in a foreign
Backing in
Never catch me hanging out with bitches
F*ck a friend
They be worried bout some dick
I'm worried bout them dividend's
And I'm self made
I get it on my own
F*ck a man
Uh
F*ck a man
And I stay on some different shit
I be ducked off
But when I pop out
They know it's lit
I gotta lil son now
And he gone be the realist
In this bitch
This a hellcat
They mistake this for a scat
I'm burning shit
SKKKRRRTTT
Bitch I'm a real deal grinder
Never a part timer
Feeling like them Hotboys
I'm a real deal shiner
I was down on my dick
Now I'm up
Perfect timing
How I'm put up I could chill
Yeah bitch I'm reclining
I feel like Dorthy
I'm walking down the yellow brick road
I ain't the type of bitch you could play with
Ima let that shit go
Since a jit I been infatuated with them bankrolls
Ima get the job done nigga
Case closed
And them licks keep coming in
Baby I got what you need
I got that shit that bring the dead to life
I'm tryna revive the streets
I took a risk to make a change
They ain't f*cking with me
I prevailed from all this pain
I'm hard-bodied concrete
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Writer: Brian Dunn, Lanya Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed by: Kutthroat Sosa
Featuring: Cocahontas [Remix]
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Brian Dunn, Lanya Jackson
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